Saturday, June 26, 2004
cold
knife slices
rips through heart
head avoids the real question
hard and cold
lashing out
at soft pink me
at me who loves
thoughts of
additional damage
more breakage
it doesn’t know
it does what it wants
and does it to me
using sweet words
disguised in prose
stumble backward
fall hard
must start over
again
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